Last week, I wrote about Joe Ramey, a Frost Elementary School teacher’s aide who also is a professional wrestler called The Mongolian Butcher. He will wrestle Nov. 13 at a fundraiser for the Jackson High School softball team.

To me, the idea of a classroom aide who is also The Mongolian Butcher is nothing more than an offbeat slice of Jackson life.

Not once did it cross my mind that this story could be even slightly controversial.

Stupid me.

To keep things in true proportion, no huge stink erupted over The Mongolian Butcher. It’s more like a mild undercurrent of stink.

My first inkling came from a former Jackson school employee who said, “I wouldn’t say anything about that,” as if Ramey might get in trouble.

Others recalled a 2004 wrestling show that brought complaints from some Jackson Public Schools parents and teachers. Wrestling must still be a touchy subject because the Nov. 13 fundraiser was run up the ladder to the school board. One board member was troubled by Ramey’s comments.

Let’s state the obvious: Professional wrestling is show business. Its crowd appeal comes from pitting bad-guy characters, called “heels,” against good guys.

The Mongolian Butcher is a bad-guy character who says bad things. He is not Joe Ramey any more than Dirty Harry is Clint Eastwood.

Regardless of what is obvious, a vague notion evidently persists that pro wrestlers are too unsavory to be near children.

Here’s a true story.

The organization Ramey wrestles with, Championship International Wrestling of Hudson, did a show five years ago in Leslie to raise money for the family of a little boy named Dylan Ostrander.

Dylan, 5, was born without a working immune system. He had terminal lung disease.

Wrestlers, including the bad guys, doted on Dylan. Buzzing around on his motorized wheelchair, Dylan smiled and acknowledged cheers from the crowd.

During intermission, Dylan lined up with wrestlers to give autographs. He signed in a child’s letters and put little hearts between the “a” and the “n.”

The kid beamed with joy as he thanked his fans.

Dylan died six days later. I was told his wrestler friends made him a shirt, which was placed in his coffin and buried with him.

That explains my opinion of the ridiculous idea that professional wrestlers are unfit to be around children.